"He said he was gonna put me on the wall too."

Jack isn't looking at the bodies. He's seen them before, stolen creme cakes and a couple dollars off them, the usual. Jack is looking at one of the blank pillars, between a withered woman in a torn dress and another who may as well be headless for how well her corpse is holding together.

The headache's come back, and with it a tone that isn't joking when he says:

"Maybe I should've put him up there."